I even taped a stick-figure drawing of me to the back of his tank so that he wouldn't forget who his mama was.
& now he's dead.
Dead. Dead. Dead.
Deader than Micheal Jackson & polyester pants. Than black-tipped acrylics & Richard Simmons work-out tapes.
He's the only pet I've ever had in my whole life! & I only had him for ONE blessed week and two days.
Goodbye Jorge Antonio Phillipe Rodriguez.... Live long and prosper.
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